Daughter, Where Did You Go?

I was inspired to write this by a friend of mine, who tried to commit suicide... her father came downstairs in their house to find her wrists slit and her laying motionless on there couch... They rushed her to the hospital fast enough to get blood back into her and she still survives.... This was from his perspective....

I look down at my daughter, Finally seeing the emptiness in her eyes, The same eyes that I saw Light up on Christmas with delight and surprise,

I look to her bleeding wrists All the scars that have healed, The pain that I can now see, Shown on the arms that held me,

I can finally see the how Her sorrow has been hidden, But how could I have missed it, Where was I when she was about to take her final bow,

The girl that I raised, I can now see her smile has fazed, Dissolved away, How could I have stopped the razor blade?

How did I not see what she would be? How did I not hear her sobbing? Or her pleas? What became of my little girl?

Why did she have to leave? How come I believed All the lies that hide her demise, Where did my little girl go?

I pull her body in my arms, Brush her hair away from her face, Shed a tear, Now I get a little taste of how she must have felt….

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